
Monday, June 8, 2009
Remember when....

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Ahh, the drunk tank!
ReplyDeleteI have to admit that, this past Superbowl SUnday, I was in a similar state as the girl in above photo. I recall taking the dog for a walk after we got home from the party, and basically laying down in a nearby field for a rest while the dog walked her self. I awoke to the sound of my phone ringing, and sand in my mouth.
In retrospect, I had many more revolting "waking up in a field" moments while a youth in Germany.